Great story. And you told it very well.
My first bike was a coaster bike, one speed. I guess it's what would be called a fixed-gear bike. My brother and I each got one for Christmas one year, his was blue, mine was red. We were the coolest kids on the block. Rode everywhere, even some places we shouldn't have been. I remember best how patient Dad was teaching us how to ride, not with me and my brother but the other kids as they grew up. Those bikes got passed down until they fell apart. My Dad has been gone one year today and he was my hero. Thanks Dad, for everything.